Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide
When other helpers fail and comforts flee
Help of the helpless, O abide with me
Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me
Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me